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amateur — a visitor laying himself out for amuse- 

 ment only. Cast yourself behind the Ditch. 

 Get yourself bitten by the flies. Avail yourself of 

 that hospitality for which all your Newmarket — 

 owner, trainer, jockey, and other — friends are so 

 renowned. Do yourself well, but never worry 

 about business. If you like to jerk a bit about 

 the environs of Newmarket, well and good. 

 Disport yourself in the vicinity. Spread yourself 

 around, and, being strictly a holiday-maker, 

 endeavour to write something which will make all 

 your friends envious of the opportunities afforded 

 you of roaming about. Whether you make 

 capital or not out of your little trips from 

 Newmarket s centre can be of no consequence to 

 you — at least, you may as well write about them. 

 Take a round of the villages, as Fred Webb used 

 to do with his fox terriers for companions. 

 Renew acquaintance with the innkeepers " (how 

 the devil did he hear about me and the inn- 

 keepers ?), ''their children, dogs and cats and 

 pigs, and their customers with whom you have 

 established acquaintance. Let us hear how the 

 game is going on — not the great game played on 

 the Heath, but the pheasants and partridges, also 

 the hares and the rabbits and the small birds, 

 also hawks, rooks, etc. Pick up a few notes about 

 the wild creatures, scarce and familiar, and if you 

 can't go far enough for yourself in the study of 

 wild flowers and what some of us term weeds, 

 also flies and fossils, persuade the eminent 

 authority — a great all-rounder in entomology 

 ' and all ' — Mr George Verrall, to give you a lift. 

 He" (says the Editor) "is as choke-full of know- 

 ledge as old Sol Gills, and has at his finger-ends 

 all the scientific learning which makes dwelling in 



